So beautiful, Andrée. It reminds me of the good old days. Now, what did you call yourself back then? I should know, I read every haiku after I started OSI. ..
Oh gee, Jim. I have no memory of what I called myself! No memory, period! But I hope I was kind to myself. This haiga is in memory of Emily Dickinson, summer, nature and my faith. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
truly beautiful, all of it!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Geraldine. I find haiga as fulfilling as photography. And thank you for visiting!
DeleteSo beautiful, Andrée.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of the good old days.
Now, what did you call yourself back then?
I should know, I read every haiku after I started OSI.
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Oh gee, Jim. I have no memory of what I called myself! No memory, period! But I hope I was kind to myself. This haiga is in memory of Emily Dickinson, summer, nature and my faith. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteIt is nice that your muse took you to a warm colorful place.
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ReplyDeleteSoooo gentle!
ReplyDeleteAh, yes the gentlest mother - everyone's greatest
ReplyDeletewish. A tenderly writtten poem.
I like the haiga..very nice ~
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